Hi! To start off, please tell us your name, where you’re from, and what you write.
My name is Kat Caulberg, and I’m from North Carolina. I write primarily romance, mostly in the historical, time travel, dark fantasy, and paranormal sub-genres.
How did you become an author? Please share a bit of your journey with us.
I’ve been writing all my life. At some point, a friend of my suggested I should actually try to get my work published. I wrote my debut novel, Three Star Island, and tossed it out into the world, and Soul Mate Publishing picked it up.
What are you working on now? Do you have a recent or upcoming release?
My second book, a paranormal/dark fantasy romance novel called Black Dog Rising, is currently in the works to be published. It’s set in modern England and involves English folklore including ghosts, the fae, and the phantom canine from East Anglia called the Black Shuck. In the meantime, I’m working on its sequel.
What is the most challenging part of writing romance?
The kissing and intimate scenes. I love dialogue and action, both of which move forward at a quick pace, but when it comes to writing things that are taken on a much slower, more detailed pace, I find it quite a challenge. Not to say they’re not fun. They’re just incredibly difficult for me.
What kind of research do you do when you set out to write a new book?
It depends on what I’m writing. I did a lot of research on the Spanish and English colonies for Three Star Island, including food, culture, farming and household tools, and a huge amount of research on the age of sail. For my upcoming novels, it’s been more about what flora and fauna are present in the modern settings, as well as the basis behind the myths and folklore of East Anglia and Northumberland.
Please share one piece of advice to aspiring authors - what do you wish someone would have told you? Or, what did someone tell you that you’d like to pass on to others?
Personally? Ignore word count. Ignore page count. Just write. For me, counting words tends to kill them. In the end, you’re just going to be cutting and editing them anyway, so why not enjoy the process, rather than determining a writing day’s worth by its number?
What do you love the most about the month of December?
It’s another month closer to spring and summer.
City, suburb, or small-town?
Dark chocolate, milk chocolate, or white chocolate?
Alpha, beta, or both?
Anti-hero, to be honest.
Vampire, werewolf, demon or angel?
Can I pick ghosts? BECAUSE GHOSTS.
Wine, whiskey or punch?
Rum. So I guess that’s rum punch.
Thanksgiving, Christmas, Halloween, or other?
Boxers, briefs, or commando?
Leather, lace, or silk?
Cake, cookies, or crumpets?
Top, bottom, or against the wall?
Against the wall.
Biceps, abs, or buns?
A good smile, and then abs.
Cats, dogs, or exotics?
Three Star Island
Time travel ~ Historical ~ Pirates ~ Paranormal
Stepping through a time portal into 1716, historian Penny Saunders didn't expect to get stranded in the past. Five years later, now a pariah to the townsfolk of Three Star Island, she endures solitude and ridicule until a hurricane tosses a dangerous castaway onto her shores.
William Payne's history precedes him. Pirate, outlaw, and ruthless captain, he's a monster among men . . . or so it seems. Desperately seeking redemption for his blood-soaked past, he upends Penny's world by showing her a passion she's never experienced.
But time is closing in on them; the governor of the Carolinas has rescinded his pirates' pardon, the locals are growing suspicious of Penny's new houseguest, and she can't keep her secrets from William forever. When everything falls apart, she must use both wits and weapons against lawmen and pirates alike to save the one man who would tear down the world for her.
More About Kat
For as long as she can remember, Kat Caulberg has been obsessed with history and the paranormal. Somewhat to the dismay of her parents, her interests led her into both museums and graveyards as a child, a trend which has continued into her adulthood. This has influenced her reading tastes and her writing, whether it be a good ghost story, thrilling tales of time-travel, or devouring endless volumes of ancient warfare. She signed a contract with Soul Mate Publishing in 2018 for her first novel, Three Star Island, a time-travel story set in 1721. She enjoys writing strong, quirky heroines, and has a weakness for cheeky heroes who have as much compassion as they have flaws. Kat currently lives in North Carolina with her Englishman and a few cats.
What are my Holiday Traditions? Wow, that is a question that spans all of my roles. I am the Shepherd Security Office Manager, Executive Assistant to Shepherd, the wife of one of the Operators, and a mother. I kind of feel like in a way, I am the wife or the mother to all the Operators. I take care of them all. I make sure the holidays are celebrated well and often remind Shepherd that his people need a break to come together as the family they are during the holiday season. He’s focused on operations, I get that, but his people are human.
Before I became a part of Shepherd Security, anyone who wasn’t active on a mission celebrated Christmas by putting up a Christmas Tree, having a meal together, and a Christmas Eve sermon performed by the team pastor, Landon ‘Lambchop’ Johnson, if he was in town. The entire celebration lasted a couple of hours. Shepherd Security is a twenty-four-hour, seven day a week operation. Christmas was merely a blip on their radar.
After I joined the team, I felt it was important to give the guys a home-cooked meal and to really decorate the office well. I put the decorations up December first, and we enjoy them for the entire month! I also make sure that all the guys have a gift. Shepherd pays for them, and I love to go shopping and pick out something I think each person will really cherish. I like that Shepherd respects my opinion and ideas. We’re a team.
After my baby, Sammy, was born, Shepherd didn’t like the idea of me having to cook, so he began to cater a big dinner in. I still make a bunch of sweet treats! Sammy’s first Christmas was incredible. Everyone made the holiday about celebrating his first Christmas. He comes to work with me, so Sammy is in a way, everyone’s baby. Even the toughest of the guys cradle him in their arms and dote on him. What I like the most is the family atmosphere. We’re a big, loud, boisterous family!
The Christmas celebration has bloomed into two days, Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. The comradery is something I’d never experienced growing up, the only child of a single mother. My husband tells me our celebrations now are more like what active duty units deployed away from their family’s experience. We all hang out, sing Christmas carols, watch Christmas movies, play board games, laugh, and share what our favorite Christmas memories are from our childhoods. It’s like we are snowed in at a ski lodge. And we keep the birth of Jesus at the center of the holiday. Lambchop makes sure of that!
The past few years, Shepherd has adjusted operations so that the majority of the teams have a few days off around the holidays to partake of our office celebration. Several of the other guys now have wives, who are like my sisters. I bring them into the planning for the holidays too. We’re a tight group, a family. I think that is at the heart of the holiday traditions we celebrate. Family doesn’t have to be about blood relations. It’s about who you care about, about spending time with those who are important to you. These teams spend so much time together. They risk their lives together. It’s only natural that they would want to celebrate the holidays together too.
I hope as my son grows up, he will feel what it’s like to be part of this big family and appreciate it as much as I do. Being a part of Shepherd Security is a privilege, a wonderful privilege I am grateful for, especially during the holiday season!
~ Angel Jackson
Operation Departed Angel
Military ~ Romantic Suspense ~ Action & Adventure ~ Women's Adventure Fiction
Gary ‘the Undertaker’ Sloan, Navy SEAL, sniper and corpsman on Shepherd Security’s Delta Team, left the Sloan Family Mortuary and Funeral Home in Cleveland, Ohio in the hands of his brother and joined the Navy after the death of his father. When he left Cleveland, he also left his high school sweetheart and fiancé, Kennedy Bristow, who was more interested in pursuing a career in music than she was in being a military wife. The parting was somewhat mutual, at least that was what Sloan told himself over the years.
When Gary gets a call from his brother that Kennedy is laying on their prep table, the victim of an execution-style shooting, he immediately returns home. He soon discovers that things are not what they seem. It will take all his skills and the help of the entire Shepherd Security Team to get to the bottom of the murder and bring those responsible to justice.
Shepherd Security recruits only the best. They can protect someone in trouble like no other because they work in the shadows, invisible, and outside the system where the rules don’t apply–just the oath they took. They don’t exist. That’s also why they can break any suspect and can get answers out of anyone accused. That’s when they’re called in, when someone must be protected at all costs, or when answers must be obtained, by any means necessary.
Warning, this story is realistic, with adult language and content on the way to the HEA. This is book 5 in the Shepherd Security series. Even though the story does continue from book to book, each is a stand-alone story and can be read without reading the prior book(s), but they are best enjoyed in order.
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Christmas is crazy with traditions, and every family has its own. I have a friend whose family all open packages of new pajamas on Christmas Eve, put them on, and drive around looking a Christmas lights. Another friend takes her kids to the movies on Christmas day. Another travels to San Francisco to ice skate and enjoy the city. Another tells me Christmas isn’t complete without prime rib.
My family has its own. My husband felt very strongly about being honest with our children. He didn’t want us to lie to them, so we never introduced the Santa concept. My kids grew up knowing that their parents bought Christmas presents for them, not because they were good, but because we love them. I always tried to give them a variety of gifts: toys, clothes, and, of course, books, so even in years when finances were lean, they had at least three presents to open. But I tried to cut costs where I could.
One year, I decided gift tags were an unnecessary luxury. I didn’t need them. I could make it work without them. I would simply color code the paper. Each child would have a unique wrapping paper. And then I second guessed myself. I remembered loving that my presents came in all colors and patterns as a kid and how much fun that was. My mother saved wrapping paper, and some were beloved year after year. Didn’t I want that for my kids? But no, I was going to try my idea.
Since my oldest daughter was selling wrapping paper for a school fundraiser that year, I selected three rolls of coordinating, quality paper. When the paper came, I chose one for each child: shiny, embossed red for Mercedes, candy canes for Justinian, gold angels for Alicia. I worried that the red was too plain. Would it be okay to have only one paper for all your presents? Might that be a let-down and not as fun?
But I was committed. I put the presents under the tree mid-month, and my kids ran to see which was for who. No tags? I explained how it would work. They each had their own paper. Before I could say which was whose, they started to guess. The girls made multiple guesses. Justinian called it out right the first time. “Guess again,” I said. Remember I couldn’t lie, but misdirection was part of the fun. They had a blast guessing until Christmas Eve when we open gifts. They all decided the red paper was the best. Naturally, I worried that they might not like the paper I chose for them.
When it was time to open gifts, they were delighted. I let them guess one last time, and then Alicia, as the youngest, passed out all the gifts. My children loved it, so a family tradition was born. Justinian, of course, continues to guess right the first time every year. “Try again,” I say. One year to mix it up, I bought three rolls of ribbon (silver, gold and blue) and coded the gifts that way, just to really confuse the issue and to use up a bunch of partial rolls of paper from previous years.
Now, my kids are grown, but we continue the tradition because it’s fun. As this blog post comes out on Christmas Eve, my son will be guessing right the first time yet again.
“Are you sure about that?” I’ll say.
“Of course he is, mom,” my girls will say. “He gets it right every year!”
Steal My Heart
Hot contemporary ~ Romantic suspense
When a fantasy turns into a cold reality
Lexanne Harris had a plan down to the last sexy detail. Never did she think her attempt to spice up her love life with her boyfriend would involve her in a burglary with a sexier than sin thief whose emerald eyes and serious between the sheets skills are impossible to forget. As a police detective she is expected to stand on the side of the law and fight for justice. But what happens when the lines of justice blur and what’s wrong becomes way too tempting?
The situation might be challenging but Lexanne is determined to get assigned to the case, recover the jewels and catch the culprit.
The question is: What will she do with her sexy cat burglar when she catches him?
More About Aimee
Having lived in both California and Texas, Aimee O’Brian now resides in the beautiful wine country. With her three children grown and experiencing their own adventures, she and her husband are free to explore the world. When she’s not reading, writing, or planting even more perennials in her garden, she can be found stomping through ancient ruins and getting lost in museums.
This article was first posted at Read-A-Romance-Month.
“A book is a magical thing that lets you travel to far-away places without ever leaving your chair.” Katrina Mayer
I grew up in the Philippines and coming from a poor family, I did not have the resources to travel out of my birth country until I was already a working adult. Thankfully, I had a bookworm for a father and a teacher for a mother who both encouraged me from a young age to read books that took me all over the world before I was able to actually travel to the locations in which they were set.
Judith Krantz’s I’ll Take Manhattan familiarized me with New York City landmarks prior to my first visit there in 1994. I had seen the grandeur of the Sydney Opera House through Emma Darcy’s Harlequin romances set in Australia before I beheld it for the first time in 1998. Peter Mayle’s A Year in Provence had me enthralled with the South of France years before I toured Europe in 1999. Imagine how often I’ve been to England from reading books by Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters, Barbara Cartland, Judith McNaught, Julie Garwood, and Johanna Lindsey. Truly, if there’s a special passport that gets stamped every time I travel in books, I would have to renew it every year.
I want to believe that this is the same for millions of readers all over the world. In reality, however, the US-centric world of Romancelandia has limited book travel options to Asia. There’s Sonali Dev’s angsty A Distant Heart which transported me to India and Hong Kong, Sherry Thomas’s epic The Hidden Blade and My Beautiful Enemy duology set in Imperial China, and Mina V. Esguerra and her Romance Class cohorts’ works which always bring me home to the Philippines.
There are a few others but I feel strongly about the need for many more books to take readers to the biggest continent on Earth without leaving their homes. That’s why, when I started writing, I’ve chosen to conjure the magic of traveling through books by setting my first series in my home region of Southeast Asia. I’d like readers of Carpe Diem Chronicles to not only visit the Philippines, Singapore, and Thailand when they read Boracay Vows, Singapore Fling, Samui Heat, and Palawan Promises, but also to experience the cultures through the languages, customs, and food I feature in them.
People fall in love all around the world. The magic is in witnessing that love blossom within the pages of a book.
Carpe Diem Chronicles
Boracay Vows - https://books2read.com/Boracay-Vows
New York Engagement - https://books2read.com/NewYorkEngagement
Singapore Fling - https://books2read.com/SingaporeFlin
More About Maida
Maida Malby writes, reads, reviews, and lives Romance. Through her multicultural contemporary romance stories, she takes readers to her favorite places in the world and shares her experiences of their rich cultural heritage.
She is a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA), San Antonio Romance Authors (SARA), Cultural, Interracial, Multicultural Special Interest Chapter of the Romance Writers of America (CIMRWA), and several romance book clubs. Her To-Be-Read Mountain and reviews of romance novels are featured on her website .maidamalby.com.
When not writing, reading, or reviewing books, Maida consults her husband on word selection, debates with her ten-year-old son regarding the Oxford comma, cooks the dishes she features in her stories, procrastibakes using Baileys as her secret yummy ingredient, and watches golf and food shows on TV.
Christmas is almost here, and I couldn’t be more excited. I love this time of year—from watching Christmas movies and listening to festive music, to looking at elaborate light displays and baking holiday goodies, there is so much to enjoy about this season!
I always take one day in December to bake cookies with my two sons (ages eleven and eight) along with my mom, my sister and my two nieces. We’ve discovered lots of winning recipes over the years. Some cookies we make every year no matter what—sugar cookies, Russian teacakes, and peanut butter kisses being the standard fare. But we always rotate in two or three more options for some variety from year to year. What about you? Do you bake the same goodies each year, or try something new?
While our baking is relegated primarily to cookies, one recipe that I love and that works best around the holidays is a sweet and salty Chex mix recipe I got from my sister. I don’t know the official name, or where she got it, but this sweet Christmas mix is great for parties, football games, or even hostess or coworker gifts (packaged in a small festive tin). And trust me, it’s addicting! Here’s the recipe:
3 cups Rice Chex
3 cups Wheat Chex
3 cups plain Cheerios
2 cups tiny pretzels
1 pound plain M&Ms
2 cups peanuts, unsalted
1 pound white chocolate
Mix all ingredients together in large bowl except the white chocolate. Melt white chocolate over low heat. Pour over mixture until lightly coated. Spread on wax paper until dry.
There’s a prominent baking scene in my Christmas novella, Christmas in Meadow Creek. The main character Sarah is looking for a way to get in the Christmas spirit, and baking helps her do just that. How about you? What are your go-to recipes, or what other traditions make this season bright?
I wish you all a very blessed and happy holiday season, whatever your way of celebrating may look like.
Christmas in Meadow Creek
Sarah Laughlin left her big-city life and dead-end relationship behind for a fresh start as a fourth-grade teacher in the small, Wisconsin town of Meadow Creek. And it feels like home, too, despite the persistent troublemaker in her class and the lack of familiar faces. But the holidays are going to be lonely this year. Until she meets firefighter Lincoln Thompson. Suddenly, the hope of spending Christmas with someone she cares about is within reach.
Lincoln loves his home town of Meadow Creek, but ever since his long-time girlfriend left him for a better life in the city, he wonders if he’ll ever find love in this small town where everyone knows everyone. Then he meets Sarah during her class's field trip to his firehouse, and a spark is lit. But when they discover that Sarah's troublemaking student is none other than Lincoln's beloved nephew, their newfound relationship is put to the test. Can they navigate through the complexities of family dynamics to find a love that will last?
More About Katy
Katy Eeten is the wife of a pastor and mother of two school-age boys. She lives with her family in southeast Wisconsin, despite her dislike of cold weather. She works full time in the business world, but her true passion is writing. Katy has written three contemporary Christian romances, all available on Amazon. When she’s not working or writing, she can be found taking walks, baking, or spending time with her family.
This post was originally published on TJ Logan's website. For more fun stories like it, be sure to visit her blog! https://www.tjloganauthor.com/blog
Let me tell you a story about a platter…
First, the history of said platter; it was used on the wedding table of my mother’s great, great, great grandmother on March 10, 1831. I guess that would make her my great, great, great, great grandmother? Man, that’s a lot of greats! It has been handed down from generation to generation, to the oldest girl. Give you one guess who’s the oldest girl in my generation. *raises hand*
Cool, right? We’ll see…
Growing up, my mother either had it hanging on the wall or in a plate stand on some shelf. Seriously. An almost two-hundred-year-old, irreplaceable platter OUT IN THE OPEN! IN A HOUSE WITH SIX KIDS!
We were repeatedly warned not to play around the platter, don’t touch the platter, don’t look at the platter, don’t even breathe on the platter. Now imagine me, knowing all that time I was going to end up with that blasted platter. Oh, the pressure.
As a small child, I would stand in the dark and stare up at that thing under its special spotlight, and wonder, “What the heck am I going to do with it?” No way would I actually use it! The thought of putting food on it practically made me break out in hives.
Fast forward many years later. I was forty-one year’s old, and visiting my mother shortly before she passed away.
She got up from her chair and said, “I have something for you,” and headed off down the hall. I followed, knowing with each step what was coming. And let me tell you, during that short walk to her guest room, I’m sure I felt the same sense of dread a death row inmate feels on their way to the gas chamber.
She shuffled into the room and slowly knelt down next to the bed. Next thing I know, she’s dragging out a big box from underneath.
“No. Nope. Nopity-nope-nope,” I said, my hands in front of me as I backed away from it like it was a ticking bomb. “I am not old enough to be trusted with the platter.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she scoffed with a roll of her eyes, set it on the bed and flipped the lid off. After digging through what had to be a thousand layers of different colors of faded tissue paper, she exposed the ugly, dark blue nemesis that had hovered over my childhood.
Frantic head-shaking ensued. “No, seriously, mom. I am not ready. I haven’t properly trained for this. Just because I can keep my children alive, doesn’t mean I’m qualified to take care of the platter.”
My mother laughed, then turned suddenly serious in that way of hers. “Young lady, you are taking this platter with you when you leave. Understood?”
It was then I realized—she couldn’t wait to get rid of it! She’d been ‘burdened’ by the platter responsibility, too. The damn thing had so much sentimental value behind it, it had become like a multi-generational curse cast upon unwitting females in the family. A figurative emotional anchor around their necks.
“Yes ma’am,” I said. And, as had always been the case, I did exactly what my mother told me to do. For a long moment, I cast my gaze upon the dreaded, not-so-pretty bane of my future existence. My shoulders dropped, and I accepted my fate. I was now the owner of the platter.
I said good bye to my mom, with a promise to return very soon, then headed to the airport.
A little detail worth mentioning; she lived in Washington State and I was visiting from Florida. You know, the state on the far opposite corner of the country? Facing the reality that I would have to schlep this thing on multiple airplanes, I had made a run to the store and bought out their supply of bubble wrap. It was about three times its size by the time I was done wrapping and taping it.
There I was, standing in a massively long security line at the Seattle-Tacoma International Airport. Crammed way too close to a ton of strangers who had no idea the giant mess of bubble wrap in my arms encased a priceless, family heirloom.
When someone got too close, I found myself channeling my mother.
“Please, don’t bump the platter.” I said to the very large gentleman with flailing arm movements.
“Excuse me, ma’am, this platter is very fragile,” I said to the lady whose small child was taking great joy in popping the bubble wrap.
I finally made it to the front of the line and hitched my chin to summon the nice TSA man over.
“Yes, ma’am?” He leaned close so he could hear me over the din of travelers taking off their shoes, unpacking their laptops, and complaining about having to throw away their bottle of water.
Giving up your water? I should have such worries!
Anyway, I explained to him, in probably way too much detail, that what I had in my arms managed to survive at least four generations, and now it was my problem…errr…privilege to possess it.
“Please, please don’t make me be the one who breaks this thing.” Yes, I pleaded with a TSA employee, and I’m okay with that.
To his credit, he only laughed a little. Once he finally convinced me to hand him the platter, he stopped the conveyor belt thingy. And with the gentleness of a man handling nitroglycerin, he reached in and set the platter inside the x-ray machine. After a quick nod of approval from the guy staring at the screen, he gently handed it back to me on the other side.
I’ll admit it, I almost cried with relief. Until I remembered I still had to get on an airplane and fly across country. My trials, it seems, were not yet over.
“Have a nice day, ma’am.” The nice young TSA worker smiled and gave me a jaunty little salute. No doubt, later, during his lunch break, he regaled his co-workers with the story of the crazy woman who was freaked out about an old plate.
I made it to the gate in time to board my flight. And, with the skill of a military tactician, I managed to get to my seat without anyone touching, bumping or otherwise harassing the ancient platter. Once at my assigned window seat, I realized my next problem. Where to put the thing during the six-plus hour flight. Why didn’t I purchase a seat for the platter?
The overhead wasn’t an option; that whole items may shift during flight thing made me want to vomit as my heart nearly beat out of my chest. Under the seat wouldn’t work; not enough room. Unless I sit with my legs contorted in an entirely unnatural position. Seriously, it would’ve involved cartoon physics. The only option remaining…holding it in my lap. And that’s exactly what I did for the entire duration of the flight.
At one point, I lost the feeling in my arms and finally had to loosen my hold on my precious cargo. I couldn’t take the offered free beverage—my hands were busy holding the platter. Probably for the best, since I couldn’t get up to use the bathroom anyway—the platter wouldn’t fit in there with me.
The flight attendant came to me and offered to take the platter for a few minutes. Like it was a cranky toddler I needed a break from. I envisioned her walking up and down the aisle, softly crooning, while lightly bobbing the platter up and down.
Boy, was I tempted to take her up on it. But no, I had the voices of all the women who’d possessed the platter before me whispering in my mind. “It’s yours to deal with now. No one else.”
Miracle of miracles, I made it to Florida, platter intact. My husband picked me up at the airport and, agonizingly familiar with the legacy of the platter, he didn’t even waste his breath offering to take it from me. He already knew what the answer would be.
About an hour later, the blessed platter was placed safely in a drawer in my nightstand (still enshrined in bubble wrap), where it still remains to this day. I’ve taken it out a couple of times to show curious friends who were fascinated by it in the same way you would be those old carnival sideshow attractions.
My girlfriends even had the audacity to say I should display it on a plate stand in my dining room. If I remember correctly, my response was, “Are you f’ing crazy!?”
They laughed and laughed. We’re no longer friends. Just kidding, I love my girlfriends and couldn’t live without them. But no way am I leaving that platter out.
In closing, I would like to apologize in advance to my brand-new granddaughter, Brenley. Without even knowing it yet, she will one day shoulder the responsibility endured by generations of women. Sorry to do that to you kid, but it’s not my fault. Take it up with your great, great, great, however-many-greats grandmother.
More Bout TJ
TJ Logan is an award-winning author of the O'Halleran Security Int'l. (OSI) Romantic Suspense series. Anchored by strong themes of Family, Honor and Loyalty, each of the first six books tell the story of one of the O'Halleran siblings; five alpha brothers and their over-protected, yet feisty younger sister. Don't worry, the series will not end with the O'Halleran siblings! The books are all connected, but each has its own HEA.
Romantic Suspense ~ Contemporary ~ Military
A warrior devastated by an unimaginable loss …
Navy SEAL Jonathan O’Halleran’s world is upended by tragic loss. Civilian life as a single father and hunting down the traitor responsible for bringing death to his family’s doorstep are only temporary distractions from his grief, anger, and guilt.
A tough as hell woman who doesn’t know how to trust …
Andréa Swain is a brilliant, stubborn NSA Interrogations Tactics Specialist with serious daddy issues. She is yanked from the front lines in Afghanistan and ordered to work with a surly Navy SEAL who blames her for his friend’s death.
Will distrust and heartache stand in the way of their future …
Andi risks her life to save Jonathan’s daughter from a man desperate to fulfill his destiny in the White House. Jonathan finally lets go of the past and embraces a future with Andi. Will he get to them in time, or will history repeat itself?
In my Ice Age Shifters® paranormal romances, the mythical sanctuary town of Kotoyeesinay, Wyoming is a key location throughout the series. There are other sanctuary towns around the world, but they’re hidden. Kotoyeesinay made the unusual choice to hide in plain sight. Holiday traditions in a magical town are a wonder.
To non-magical visitors, Kotoyeesinay a kitschy tourist trap with a fun myth and folklore theme. That’s what Moira, heroine of Shift of Destiny, thought when she first arrived. (“Best tourist gimmick ever!”) Complex magic throughout the town prevents them from seeing the true nature of the town’s inhabitants.
To the magically inclined—shifters, elves, fairies, vampires, ogres, and more—the town is a beacon. It’s a multicultural mélange of anyone different who needs a place of peace and serenity they can’t find in the rest of the world. That’s what drew Jackie Breton and Trevor Hammond in Shifter Mate Magic, and they’ve stayed ever since.
Traditions and Other Excuses to Celebrate
Over the years, residents have brought their cultural traditions with them. Kotoyeesinay gladly embraces any new tradition that gives them an excuse to celebrate. For the tourists, the town puts up conventional holiday light displays, and the shops go with themes for Christmas, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, Diwali, Las Posadas, and any other winter holiday tradition they can find.
A polar fairy named Tinsel (Shift of Destiny, Heart of a Dire Wolf, Dire Wolf Wanted) decorates her bed-and-breakfast castle with lights year round. In winter, her additional lights could probably be seen from the International Space Station if magic didn’t hide them. She hosts weekly afternoon tea with a different theme each week, and her Winter Solstice party has gotten so big that for the last decade, she’s had to rent the high school gym.
Holidays in Magical Worlds
The town is bigger than it looks because of magic, and because a dozen fairy demesnes are anchored there. Demesnes are little mini-worlds created by fairies. Magic allows things to happen in these fantasylands that would be impossible in the real world. As you might imagine, they make fabulous places to hold parties, dance yourself silly, get higher than the moon on fairy dew, and sleep it off on a fluffy cloud.
In the rest of the world, not all fairies are civilized, and not all demesnes are pleasant. Just ask Dauro de Mar and Chantal Hammond, the hero and heroine of Shifter’s Storm. He’s a captive prehistoric shifter and she’s a lost sheriff's deputy. They must lead a desperate escape or be stuck in a dying fairy fantasyland forever.
Shifter's Storm is a complete story with a happily-ever-after and no cliffhanger, and can be enjoyed without having read the rest of the series.
December 12, 2019
Interracial ~ Multicultural ~ Paranormal/Fantasy ~ Fae & Fairies ~ Shifters
In a dying fairy fantasyland, can two shifters tell if the magic between them is real?
While volunteering for hurricane cleanup, sheriff’s deputy and leopard shifter Chantal Hammond stumbles across two escapees from a fairy fantasyland. Unfortunately, when she tries to help, she ends up trapped. She quickly discovers she's lost in a mini-world of trouble, and more captives need rescuing.
Prehistoric sloth shifter Dauro de Mar and his friends have cruelly been imprisoned in their animal forms for years. His plan to lead the escape is mostly wishful thinking until an intoxicating and magical leopard shifter arrives still in her human form. She's their game changer.
It's going to take Chantal's and Dauro's combined skills, magic, and courage to evade evil hunters and greedy fairies, and get everyone out of this mess. Especially since the fairy fantasyland is disintegrating. Can they fight off danger—and their sizzling attraction—long enough to win their freedom? Or will they be destroyed by the mother of all storms when this magical land dies?
Find out today in Shifter's Storm, another sizzling hot Ice Age Shifters® paranormal romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Carol Van Natta.
Shifter's Storm is a complete story with a happily-ever-after and no cliffhanger, and can be enjoyed without having read the rest of the series.
Carol Van Natta is a USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning science fiction and fantasy author. Series include the Central Galactic Concordance space opera series that starts with Overload Flux and Minder Rising, and the Ice Age Shifters paranormal romance series that starts with Shifter Mate Magic and Shift of Destiny. She shares her Fort Collins, CO home with a resident mad scientist and just the right number of equally mad cats. Chat with her on Facebook at https://facebook.com/CarolVanNattaAuthor, or visit her on the web at http://author.carolvannatta.com. Be the first to find out about new releases by signing up for her newsletter at https://bit.ly/CVN-news.
My cat café series features a bakery and two fantastic bakers. The recipe below is something my mother made on Christmas morning for many years. We have it for breakfast along with Mexican hot chocolate.
This recipe also works well with dried cranberries or currents.
½ cup dried cherries, cranberries, or currents
apple juice or grape juice (about ½ cup)
2 cups flour
¼ cup sugar
½ tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder
½ tsp salt
½ tsp nutmeg
¼ cup cold butter
½ cup plain yogurt (full-fat preferred)
1 tsp. lemon or orange zest
Coffee and Crushes at the Cat Café: